As Daniel's words echoed out, silence suddenly fell around them. The eyes of those seven people locked onto him, staring with a scowl.
Even Serys was stunned for a moment. The Wanderers? She knew them—after all, who didn't know one of the biggest intelligence and assassination organizations in the entire world?
But had such people really been hired to assassinate them? And more importantly—how did this boy know they were Wanderers?
Even she hadn't figured it out.
"Interesting. What made you think we're Wanderers?" One of the seven figures floating in the sky suddenly started laughing, then asked.
"I have a friend who's like you. You guys have a very specific aura... it's a lot like his," Daniel smiled as he answered.
He'd always been curious about what exactly connected the Wanderers, what marked someone as one of them.
And now he understood—it was a unique aura they had. An aura that no other living being in the world possessed, something exclusive to all Wanderers.
